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We are celebrating all month the release of A St. Patrick's Day Tale by C.L. Kraemer, Genene Valleau, and Christine Young
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Excerpt: Meadows of Gold
Skye sat at the head of the table; Aethel faced her from the opposite end. The last two weeks in the valley folk lives had taken a decided turn for the worse. Reports were trickling in from survivors of raids on outlying communities. Forest gnome clans, wood nymph clans and even the laconic leprechauns were taking up arms. The survivors straggled in to the meadow and collapsed in the homes of cousins.
After Skye's third cousin, a forest gnome, had stumbled to her cottage with news of total annihilation of two communities by night elves in forest green leathers, she called this emergency meet.
Tension filled the room and weapons rattled in nervous apprehension.
Skye stood. "Thank you all for taking the time from the protection of your homes to be here. I know most of you are not in the mood to talk peace but how about we talk cooperation?"
Protests passed among the seated participants and glares were directed Aethel's direction.
Skye called for silence. "We, too, have heard the stories from survivors, my own cousin, Etain from the forest clan, watched the invaders tear down her village and burn the trees. She heard them laugh about leveling the northern clan's homes. Had she not been hunting mushrooms, she would have perished."
The company of magical creatures rose from their chairs and moved Aethel's direction.
"Stop!" Skye held her blade with both hands in front of her, chair on the ground where she'd jumped up. "The next soul who moves will be cut in two."
Wanted to offer an update on our booksigning last evening to celebrate St. Paddy's Day and the release of A ST. PATRICK'S DAY TALE.
ReplyDeleteI stayed away from the green beer, but had a wonderful time talking to friends--old and new--who dropped by the pub.
I was also delighted that Dorinda made it to the signing. She is featured in all three parts of this tale (though in different incarnations) thanks to the generosity of one of her sons and his wife, who bought these "write-in" parts at an auction to benefit our local humane society.
Dorinda is 90 years old this year and thoroughly Irish! Many thanks to her and her family for helping to make this booksigning so successful!
-Amber Angel